C13 This Is How Antagonists Are Raised

As they headed northwest, Qiao Sheng's long hair was messy in the wind. Qiao Sheng told Zhedan that it was Zhedan who untied his hair, and that he was responsible for tying it up for him.

Zhedan curled his lips: "Alright."

Then Zhedan tied his hair, but it was either too loose or too tight or a few tufts were not tied up. Qiao Sheng frowned and slapped Zhedan's hand away: "Go away."

Qiao Sheng casually tied his hair together so that it did not look messy.

Zhedan shrugged his shoulders and leaned on Qiao Sheng, saying, "Are we there?"

"Yes." He could already see the green mountain shrouded in smoke, "The smell of blood on your body is too strong. Don't follow me."

Zhedan raised his eyebrows, his eyes cold. "Impossible."

"Oh, do as you please." Qiao Sheng got off the cloud and started walking from the outer circle of the Nether Sect. All the disciples who knew him stopped and called him Martial Uncle or Elder Qingshang.

Zhedan was still dressed in his flamboyant red robe. He smiled as he watched the delicate and cute disciples pass by. In his eyes, they were all free food.

"Your name is Qingshang? That's a good name." Zhedan had never asked for Qiao Sheng's name before, and only found out today.

"Yes." Qiao Sheng purposely left the outer sect just to spread the news of his return. The Genuine Qi in his body had already begun to fluctuate, and Mahayana was just two days away.

He walked all the way to the Sect Leader's Black Tortoise Hall, and he almost showed his face in the entire Nether Sect.

The Sect Leader was very happy to see him. It could be seen from the hand that had been holding onto him the entire time.

"This is..." Sect Leader frowned. Zhedan's appearance was too beautiful, and there was the smell of blood on his body, but he did not have the aura of a Demonic Cultivator. Could he be a demon?

Qiao Sheng said: "Daoist Huiming's guardian found it in the secret realm."

Zhedan chuckled, "Yes, he's right."

The Sect Leader laughed and no longer pursued Zhedan's identity. Instead, he brought up another matter.

There was an unusual movement from the demonic beasts in the back mountain of the Nether Sect. All the low level demonic beasts had disappeared, and the number of middle level demonic beasts had decreased drastically. The high level demonic beasts tried to break through the barrier and run out.

The howls of Demonic Beasts often came from the back mountain, and none of the Golden Core cultivators who were sent out to check the situation survived.

"Oh." Qiao Sheng replied indifferently.

Sect Leader seemed to have something stuck in his throat, neither going up nor going down. After a long while, he finally said helplessly: "It just so happens that you're back, see if you can..."

"No." Without waiting for the Sect Leader to finish speaking, Qiao Sheng rejected him.

The Sect Leader's face alternated between green and white. Qiao Sheng looked at the Sect Leader and added: "I have a faint feeling of breaking through these few days. I'll go after I come out of seclusion."

"Good, good, good!" The Sect Leader's expression changed from the dark clouds just now to a clear sky for thousands of miles. He said three good words in a row, telling Qiao Sheng to get whatever he needed from the warehouse, and not to treat himself unfairly.

Qiao Sheng nodded and took the life token given to him by the Sect Leader and emptied the warehouse of the Nether Sect.

Zhedan, who was following beside Qiao Sheng, burst out laughing when he saw this: "You will anger your Sect Leader to death by doing this."

"Is that so?" Qiao Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the empty warehouse thoughtfully. In the end, he still poured out the things and only took a few weapons to replenish his Spiritual Force.

This was hard on the gatekeeper, who looked at the clutter of the warehouse with a groan and resigned himself to his fate.

Riding his sword back to his own territory, Qiao Sheng left Zhedan behind and went into seclusion. Before he went into seclusion, he warned Zhedan not to absorb any disciples.

Zhedan had no choice but to go to the restless back mountain. Unexpectedly, he saw something interesting. He leaned against the tree trunk and relaxed.

Suddenly, the man in black who took out the Demonic Beast's inner core had a sharp gaze. He directly threw the sword in his hand out. Zhedan dodged the sharp sword and exposed himself.

"The little guy actually found me. Amazing." A smile hung on the corner of Zhedan's mouth as he stood on the treetop and looked down at the youth in black.

The youth sneered, "You should be honored by this."

"Tsk..." This was the second human that Zhedan had met who was so arrogant. The first was Qiao Sheng.

Zhedan made his move. A red afterimage flashed past, and the young man was unexpectedly struck in the chest by Zhedan's palm. His body flew out and crashed into a rock.

"Tsk, so that's all." Zhedan thought that the young man was powerful, but in the end, he was sent flying by his palm.

The young man hated it when people said that his cultivation was low. He looked at Zhedan as if he was looking at a dead man. Black mist began to rise from the young man's body, and his eyes turned red. Dense vines appeared behind him, but they were all black.

"Bedevilment?" Zhedan was surprised, and the interest in his eyes grew even stronger. His pupils turned red, revealing sharp fangs, and a pair of white wings spread out behind him.

The two of them started fighting.

The surroundings were in a mess. Birds and beasts fled in panic. A loud sound of collision resounded through the valley. A few feathers on Zhedan's wings fell off, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

The young man in front of him had already fallen to the ground and could not get up. Zhedan flew over and raised his hand, wanting to kill the young man.

However, he paused when he saw a bit of white that was revealed in the young man's clothes.

He took out the bit of white. It was a handkerchief, and Zhedan laughed to himself that he had not killed him. He had seen the same handkerchief with Qiao Sheng before.

Hmm... Perhaps this was the disciple that Qiao Sheng was looking for?

Zhedan thought for a moment and carried the heavily injured and unconscious young man back.

Qiao Sheng was about to break through to the Mahayana Stage. During his tribulation, he attracted the Jade Night Cloud Thunder. The Jade Night Cloud Thunder was the weakest type of tribulation lightning, which meant that Qiao Sheng had truly stepped onto the path of immortality.

Some people would never attract lightning in their entire lives.

Lightning was a good thing. Not everyone would be able to survive just because they attracted it. Some people would be killed by lightning if they failed.

The clouds in the sky flashed as Zhedan and the young man stared at each other.

The young man revealed his killing intent and was on high alert.

Zhedan found it funny. He pointed at the tightly shut stone door and said, "Qingshang is inside."

When he saw the young man's expression instantly collapse, joy, disbelief, shock, hatred, fear, and other different emotions appeared on his face.

Zhedan could see something from that subtle expression. He said, "He's undergoing a tribulation. Don't disturb him, or else I'll be angry."

The young man glared at him: "Who are you?! What does it have to do with my master?!"

Zhedan deliberately slowed down his speech. The corner of his mouth rose as he said affectionately, "Qingshang is my husband."

"Impossible!" The young man pounced forward and grabbed Zhedan's neck.

Zhedan's expression turned cold. With a wave of his hand, he threw the young man away. The young man was thrown far away, and after stopping, he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

The killing intent in Zhedan's eyes had already appeared. He looked at Ye Qingming expressionlessly and said, "If it wasn't for Qingshang, your soul would have already been destroyed."

Moreover, he died in an extremely painful way. Zhedan had never been a kind person.